Polaris: Harnessing Intuition to Rediscover Your Life Purpose

By Beth Ann Erickson

What if there was a simple way to rediscover your purpose in life?

     What if you already possessed everything you need to achieve your highest goals?

     What if you could wake up every morning knowing with everything within you that you actually matter? What you do matters? Your existence is vital?

     "Follow your dreams." You've likely heard that mantra. The problem is, most gurus don't give you the vital tools, a down to earth plan, on how to achieve that lofty objective. "Give away the 'what.' Sell the 'how,'" I hear them say.

     But what if you could not only find out what to do to truly live the life you deserve, but could also gain every tool you need to discover "how" to do it? All in one brief, but powerful volume.

     In "Polaris: Harnessing Intuition to Rediscover Your Life Purpose," you'll discover…

• How to find your true calling, your Polaris. It's not as difficult as you may think.
• How to navigate your personal path and why you must sometimes walk alone.
• Easy techniques to cultivate your intuition and instantly make decisions that will serve you best.
• The power of audacity and how to use it to build a support system that lasts.
• Don't listen to this emotion. It's a liar.
• The one activity you must master to keep advancing towards your ultimate goal, your true Polaris.

     You have one life to live. You have an important purpose in that life. If you don't achieve it, it will remain incomplete.

     Rest easy in the knowledge that no matter your age, your Polaris patiently awaits. The only question is this: How much longer will you put off living your life purpose?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Filbert Publishing
• Release date: Oct 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215238448

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Dedication

This one's for Grandpa: storyteller, weed warrior extraordinaire, my personal Walter Mitty. I hope you're in heaven doing exactly what you love to do.

Introduction

When I was a child, I loved to tell stories. I not only loved to tell stories, I listened to anyone and everyone who would take the time to spin a good yarn.

When I visited my grandparent's home, I raced to my grandpa's lap because I knew he would weave a tale and take me to places where I had superpowers, where everybody was kind, where trees could talk, and dogs could sing.

My grandpa was an extraordinary man who could make every mundane task an adventure.

For example, rather than head to his massive garden to pull weeds, he recruited all his grandchildren, armed them with weaponry (hoes and spades), and mobilized his troops to engage in a full-blown weed war. We spent the afternoon chopping and hacking at our enemies, stealing tangy under-ripe fruit from the nearby apple trees, and dodging enemy attacks.

It was a magical experience, interacting with a real-life Walter Mitty.

I grew up understanding the power of storytelling and yearned to be one of the lucky folks who could wield that power. Everything within me knew that grandpa possessed knowledge I desired and, for that reason, was inexplicably drawn towards him. When we were together, we felt like kindred spirits, storytellers to the bone. I knew hanging out with him would garner me clues to help guide me towards his secrets of engaging the magic of word-smithing.

Whenever I discuss Polaris, I can't help but think about Grandpa and the gentle way with which he not only recognized my personal Polaris. But I sadly got to witness the results when his own Polaris was never allowed to guide him.

The thing is, he never properly engaged in his gift to the point where he received personal gratification from it. His entanglement in a rigid religious sect dictated that he not engage in vain imaginings. As a result, he never shared his stories with anyone but his immediate family... likely only me. He never felt the peace most people feel when they absolutely know they're on the right track, living their dream, aware of their purpose in life.

Instead, his talent languished, and I often wondered why his eyes looked so sad whenever he was out of his outdoor element, interacting with his fellow religious friends.

In thinking about him, I feel a small sense of happiness knowing he got to engage in his tremendous gift with his grandchildren even though the religious organization he belonged to never allowed him to pursue storytelling in any other significant way.

And yet his dream never died. Every now and then, he'd pen a letter and submit a story to a publication. By the time a response arrived, out of fear for his immortal soul, he'd respectfully decline each offer.

He was a tremendously talented man, one who received these offers multiple times, each time an opportunity to develop his creative talents on a larger scale. But he steadfastly refused, selecting the life of a poor farmer of faith rather than follow the path he was born to walk. I'm continually haunted by the look in his eyes whenever he mentioned yet another opportunity for him to operate in his gifts, continually saying, I know I'm not a very good farmer, I know I could provide for my family better if I accepted this new job. But my faith, and my wife, dictate I stay here. So, I stay here.

I tell grandpa's story because I meet so many people who remind me of him.

They are the folks who settle for second best in their lives (or third, or fourth, or fifth...) for a myriad of reasons.

Perhaps they feel like it's the right thing to do.

Perhaps they're working in a job that pays well but doesn't fulfill their soul.

Maybe they feel like they can't afford to work towards any of their childhood dreams.

Maybe they feel like their childhood dreams are fanciful and aren't worth considering.

There are as many reasons for not fulfilling your ultimate life purpose as there are people who are not proceeding towards their personal Polaris.

And it's for those exact people that I wrote this book.

I saw grandpa's eyes when he talked about storytelling. I watched disappointment wash across his face when he talked about the publishers, local publications, and television execs who admired his talent and invited him to join their team. I noticed his fake smile when he said, That's OK. I'd rather milk the cows...

To be clear, there's nothing wrong with working in the agricultural industry. However, if it's not your dream, if it's not your raison d'être, if it doesn't produce joy, if it's not your dream, then it's not right.

As I pondered my grandpa, I knew I never wanted to look in the mirror and see those eyes gazing back at me from my own reflection when I pondered what I wanted to do with my life. I also don't want anybody to see that kind of sadness in their own face.

While it may seem impossible right now, you don't have to tuck your dreams away. You can trust the inner guidance within you, always prompting you to head in a certain direction.

Your innate talents exist for a reason.

In fact, it's more than possible to live your dreams, or at least a version of those dreams (we'll talk about that later).

Simply stated, you can become the person you were born to be... no matter your age.

You don't have to proceed towards the next phase of your life wondering what happened, how did you get so far off track, hoping against hope you'll somehow do something, anything, to help you feel fulfilled... on your own terms.

I believe every person on this planet is here for a very explicit reason and it is up to that person to discover (or rediscover) that reason and proceed forward, completing the one task they are here to complete.

The good news is this: Discovering (or rediscovering) your life purpose is easier than you may think.

Anybody who knows me, knows I'm not big into woo. That said, the spiritual being within you is continually prodding you towards that reason you're here. That's because once you start proceeding towards it, you will feel such contentment,